Release Boost ~ Love Reimagined, Kings Grove #2, by Delancey Stewart

Love Reimagined
Series: Kings Grove #2

Author: Delancey Stewart

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy

Release Date: March 7, 2018

Blurb

Sometimes finding the future you want means embracing the past…

Sam and Chance Palmer are both tall and dark, and look pretty damned good with a hammer hanging their tool belt as they run their construction business in the small mountain town of Kings Grove. But when it comes to the hottest eligible bachelors in town, Miranda George only has eyes for one of them. Chance—the one who won’t even look her way unless it’s because she’s just spilled something on him or tripped directly into his path.

And while Miranda George has always had the hots for Chance Palmer, Sam has spent years trying to ignore his feelings for her. The problem is that they’ve known each other much too long, and Sam can’t seem to repress his A-hole gene when she’s around. He’s given Miranda every reason to hate him, so why would he ever hope she might love him instead?

When a backcountry wildfire threatens everything and everyone they both love, will Miranda and Sam be able to look beyond their complicated past and see a future that might bring them together?

This smart, funny small-town romance is the second book in Delancey Stewart’s Kings Grove Series.

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Delancey Stewart is an award-winning author who writes romantic fiction with humor and heart.

Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller.

A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.

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Release Blitz ~ Love Reimagines, Kings Grove #2, by Delancey Stewart

Love Reimagined
Series: Kings Grove #2

Author: Delancey Stewart

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy

Release Date: March 7, 2018

Blurb

Sometimes finding the future you want means embracing the past…

Sam and Chance Palmer are both tall and dark, and look pretty damned good with a hammer hanging their tool belt as they run their construction business in the small mountain town of Kings Grove. But when it comes to the hottest eligible bachelors in town, Miranda George only has eyes for one of them. Chance—the one who won’t even look her way unless it’s because she’s just spilled something on him or tripped directly into his path.

And while Miranda George has always had the hots for Chance Palmer, Sam has spent years trying to ignore his feelings for her. The problem is that they’ve known each other much too long, and Sam can’t seem to repress his A-hole gene when she’s around. He’s given Miranda every reason to hate him, so why would he ever hope she might love him instead?

When a backcountry wildfire threatens everything and everyone they both love, will Miranda and Sam be able to look beyond their complicated past and see a future that might bring them together?

This smart, funny small-town romance is the second book in Delancey Stewart’s Kings Grove Series.

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99c for a limited time

Amazon US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

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99c for a limited time

Amazon US / UK / CA / AU

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Author Bio

Delancey Stewart is an award-winning author who writes romantic fiction with humor and heart.

Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller.

A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.

Find her at www.delanceystewart.com

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Release Blitz ~ Mr. Big by Delancey Stewart

About Mr. Big

Once upon a time, I had everything: money, power, a multimillion-dollar company, a loving family. Well, at least I thought I had everything. Then my parents died, and I found out my whole life was based on a lie. That’s pretty much the moment when I went numb. Told the world to f*** off and went on a bender of epic proportion, just to see how far I could fall before I hit rock-bottom.

Now I’m back and all I want in this world is my morning—okay, afternoon—coffee. Then one of my employees has the nerve to call me out for cutting the line at the coffeehouse at the company I own. Sure, I’m a little scruffier than usual, but come on, bitching out the CEO? Not a smart career move. Just who does this smart-mouthed ball-buster think she is? And more important, what do I have to do to get her number?

Holland O’Dell may be uptight, but I wouldn’t mind taking her back to my place and ripping off that business-casual blouse/skirt combo and burying myself in her curves. She pushes my buttons, but at least I’m feeling something. And whatever it is, I won’t stop until I get more.

Advance praise for Mr. Big

“Mr. Big is the kind of smart, sexy delight that every woman deserves to read! [Delancey] Stewart will make you believe in true love in this steamy, heart-wrenching tale.” ~ USA Today bestselling author Sierra Simone

“With a smart, feisty heroine and hot, tortured hero, Mr. Big has everything I look for in a contemporary romance. Witty, sexy, and full of heart!” ~ Melanie Harlow, USA Today bestselling author

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I wandered into the coffeehouse at six the next day. I’d vowed not to go down there, but I was starving again and tired of the same four cubicle walls upstairs. I ordered my sandwich and my flat white, and then settled in to work at my usual table. I glanced around, expecting to find Hale brooding at a table near the back, but the place was empty of scruffy T-shirt-clad mystery men. I tried to push down a swirl of disappointment. It was for the best.

When the bell above the door chimed an hour later, I was too absorbed look up. But when the bench next to me depressed and the distinct scent of alcohol hit me, my eyes rose from my screen to find Hale sitting beside me.

“You’re working late again,” he said, his voice scraping something inside me that I wished wouldn’t respond to him at all.

“You smell like the inside of a distillery.” I dropped my eyes back to my screen, willing my heartbeat to slow down, my nerves to stop jumping around. I hated that I responded to him, when it was clear that was exactly what he was used to.

“Had to make a stop to visit a friend.”

“Is your friend named Jack Daniel’s?” Why was I encouraging this conversation?

He laughed, but there was no mirth in the sound. I scooted away from him, feigned extreme focus.

“I’ve been thinking more about your project, about StrokeStat,” he said. I couldn’t help the way my eyes jumped to his face, my interest undoubtedly clear. “I think you’re onto something.”

I blinked hard at him. I still hadn’t decided how to categorize him, or whether I could trust him. I was having trouble accepting that I was going to look for help from a guy who looked like he’d been finding most of his answers in a bottle, but I didn’t have a lot of options. “I already know that,” I told him, pulling my best bitchy tone from somewhere deep inside.

He smiled and for a second I caught a glimpse of pure handsome boyishness, but then the façade dropped back into place. Ambivalence, nonchalance, and arrogance beamed from the dark moody eyes.

I stared at my computer, focused all my energy on the screen before me. The screen where I was still stuck on one niggling aspect of my solution.

He leaned over, close enough that the whiskers of his too-long scruff tickled my cheek before I jumped away. He was peering at my screen, and for a split second, I let him before I slammed it shut. “Seriously?” I said.

“I think I know what you need,” he offered, a tone in his gravelly voice that made me think of things far removed from coffee and computers.

I stole a quick glance up. He’d sure as hell better be talking about my solution—shit, why did my blood rush at the thought he might be talking about something else? Traitorous body. His eyes danced when I met them, clear for a moment of the darkness they’d held the few times I’d looked into them. “What’s that?”

He shrugged and gave me a cocky half-smile. “You’re not a developer. You’re a statistician. You need to team up if you’re going to sell this, Holland.”

A shock of unbidden pleasure ran through me as he said my name. How did he know I was a statistician? I ran back through our conversations. Had I told him that? “Are we really having this conversation?” I asked, myself as much as him.

“I told you, I can help you.”

I closed the screen and sighed, turning to face him, finally giving him my full attention. “Okay, Hale. What’s your angle?” I’d purposely avoided teaming with anyone in development because most of those guys were linked directly to the guys in my department. I needed to find out if I could really trust this guy.

Hale dropped the cocky smile, and for a split second before he began speaking, he looked sad. “Honestly? I don’t know.”

“I can see why you don’t work in sales.” I wanted to turn back to my screen, keep beating my head against this problem until it was solved, but I couldn’t. I was held by the sadness on Hale’s face, as much as by the sheer magnetism radiating from his broad body as he sat just inches from me.

He chuckled, his eyes holding mine. “I guess I just don’t like to see people struggle.”

I put my elbows on the table in front of me and dropped my head into my hands. Showing this stranger the details of what I was working on could be risky. I still didn’t know exactly how he was connected to the company, but if he was a former developer, he probably could help. Lord knew I needed it. “Okay,” I whispered, the rational voice inside me screaming arguments at the exhausted part that thought maybe it’d be nice to let someone else in for a change.

“Holland,” he said, pulling my gaze back to his. His dark eyes shimmered beneath the lights of the coffeehouse, and I caught flecks of green and gold in the deep rich brown. They were eyes a girl could get lost in. I squeezed my own eyes shut. I didn’t have time to get lost. I just needed help. “Holland,” he said again, and I opened one eye. A smile—a genuine one—spread across the full lips, exposing straight white teeth. I noticed that the front right tooth was chipped in the corner, lending just the right amount of character to an otherwise perfect smile. “You can trust me.”

Under normal circumstances, having a stranger in a coffee shop—one who smelled like he’d touched his pulse points with whiskey—tell me I could trust him wouldn’t carry much weight with me. But I was tired, drained, and feeling a little weepy after Carl and Delia had highlighted how far I was from ever getting to plan item two or three. And part of me wanted to trust this man. It was the pain in his eyes that compelled me.

“Prove it.”

He smiled, that sadness gleaming in the dark eyes again. “Ask Sam.” He nodded toward the barista.

“Okay,” I said, scooting away and carrying my laptop to the counter where Sam was staring intently down at his phone. “Hey,” I whispered, nodding toward the far end of the counter where Hale wouldn’t be able to overhear us.

Sam smiled at me, a question in his eyes as he followed along, waiting for me to explain.

“That guy over there,” I started. “Clearly you know him.”

“Hale?” Sam nodded. “Yeah, I know him.” The words were clear enough. Why did I feel like there were other things he wasn’t saying?

I forged on. “And would you say he’s trustworthy?”

Sam actually laughed, exhaling a single noisy breath before nodding. “Yeah, I’d say so. You don’t need to worry about Hale. He’s definitely been through some shit lately, but he’s a good guy. Heart of gold type.” As he said this he nodded at me, as if I’d somehow understand what he was getting at, which I didn’t exactly, but I found myself nodding along.

There was something there Sam wasn’t telling me, but I was too tired to play detective. He sounded absolutely sure. And Sam had been here as long as I had. I trusted him. And if he trusted Hale? I guessed I did, too.

“Fine,” I said, sitting back down. I met Hale’s dark eyes. “You can help.”

He cocked his head to the side with a grin. “I would have expected something more like a thanks.”

“If this were a perfect world, you’d certainly get one,” I said, parroting his arrogant words from the first time we’d met.

A wry smile crossed his full lips.

“I’ll save the gratitude for afterward,” I added. I turned the screen to face us both and watched his eyes as he scanned the amateur schematic I’d been working on.

About Delancey Stewart

Delancey Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wine seller. Despite lots of other interests, she has always been a writer.

A military spouse and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler, story reader, and tech writer. She tackles all these efforts from her current home outside Washington DC.

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Release Blitz ~ Mr. Big by Delancey Stewart

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Mr. Big by Delancey Stewart is available today, and you don't want to miss this sexy and fun contemporary romance!

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Once upon a time, I had everything: money, power, a multimillion-dollar company, a loving family. Well, at least I thought I had everything. Then my parents died, and I found out my whole life was based on a lie. That’s pretty much the moment when I went numb. Told the world to f*** off and went on a bender of epic proportion, just to see how far I could fall before I hit rock-bottom.

Now I’m back and all I want in this world is my morning—okay, afternoon—coffee. Then one of my employees has the nerve to call me out for cutting the line at the coffeehouse at the company I own. Sure, I’m a little scruffier than usual, but come on, bitching out the CEO? Not a smart career move. Just who does this smart-mouthed ball-buster think she is? And more important, what do I have to do to get her number?

Holland O’Dell may be uptight, but I wouldn’t mind taking her back to my place and ripping off that business-casual blouse/skirt combo and burying myself in her curves. She pushes my buttons, but at least I’m feeling something. And whatever it is, I won’t stop until I get more.

Advance praise for Mr. Big

“Mr. Big is the kind of smart, sexy delight that every woman deserves to read! [Delancey] Stewart will make you believe in true love in this steamy, heart-wrenching tale.” ~ USA Today bestselling author Sierra Simone

“With a smart, feisty heroine and hot, tortured hero, Mr. Big has everything I look for in a contemporary romance. Witty, sexy, and full of heart!” ~ Melanie Harlow, USA Today bestselling author

Get your hands on Mr. Big now

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Excerpt

“Where did you come from, Holland?”

“That’s a good question.” I wasn’t trying to dodge, but I didn’t have an answer. Plus, I wasn’t sure he was speaking geographically.

“Were you born and raised in Los Angeles?”

So he was speaking geographically. “Maybe,” I said. “I was raised here. I don’t know where I was born, actually.”

He raised an eyebrow in question.

I took a deep breath. “I was abandoned. They found me in a cardboard box at a hospital in Long Beach when I was a couple weeks old.”

I watched his eyes, waiting for the predictable sorrow, the sympathy most people offered when they heard about my inauspicious beginnings. Hale’s eyes reflected something else, though—they flashed with anger.

“I grew up in foster homes.” I shrugged.

“You were adopted?” He whispered the words, as if he couldn’t believe what he was saying.

I shook my head, a little confused at his reaction. For a moment I wondered if the revelation made him think less of me. It had certainly made me think less of myself for a lot of years. “Nope. Never adopted. Just fostered.” My salad came and I was thankful for the distraction.

Hale watched me intently, a crease between his dark eyes. He seemed about to say something, but then turned his head and stared out at the ocean instead. The sun was flashing on its surface, glittering like cellophane ribbons. I waited for him to ask more questions, but he seemed lost in thought.

We ate in relative silence, me enjoying the sunlight and warmth, and the entire avocado I’d convinced the waitress to bring me. Hale appeared to be focused on something inside his mind, something he didn’t seem apt to share. I decided to push. “What about you?”

His eyes snapped back to mine and then he shook his head, saying nothing.

“Seriously? I share but you don’t?” After spending most of the morning being thoughtful and kind, Mr. Big Dick was back. His face was closed and anger bubbled in his eyes as he turned his focus to his burger. “I see how it is,” I pressed.

He paused, a fry partway to his mouth, and then his hand lowered again, his shoulder slumping. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you.”

“Okay . . .”

He dropped the fry and leaned back in his chair, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “It’s more that I don’t really know.” He stared down at his plate as he said, “I was adopted, actually. But I’ve only found that out recently.” His voice was cold, almost clinical, like this was a distant fact to be examined, not something integral to who he was.

“And you’re upset?” It was a stupid question. A dark frown had crept over his face and he looked much more like the broody asshole I’d met at Cody Tech than like the almost sweet man who’d been helping me since then. He was clearly upset.

A smile flickered over those incredible lips, but it did nothing to tamp down the sadness in his eyes. “I don’t know. Yes. It’s complicated.”

Without stopping myself this time, I reached for his hand, my own fingers covering the long square tips of his where they rested on the table. He started slightly, as if I’d shocked him, and then relaxed, his thumb reaching around to rub a line across the top of my fingertips. I suppressed the shiver that ran through me. The pain in his eyes had ebbed, and he looked up at me with something that felt a bit like wonder.

About Delancey Stewart

Delancey Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wine seller. Despite lots of other interests, she has always been a writer.

A military spouse and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler, story reader, and tech writer. She tackles all these efforts from her current home outside Washington DC.

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